We went shooting today at my aunt's parent's house and I shot a gun for the first time. I had a blast. We shot a 12-something shotgun (can't remember what my dad told me it was) and a 9mm pistol. I didn't hit one single thing, but I did get close couple times. The thing is, with the shotgun, it was heavy and we were shooting at a moving clay pigeon. On my first time shooting. The other one was stationary, but it was a far-away, soda bottle. I don't care, though. We had a lot of fun. At first I didn't really want to come, but I went anyway. And I loved it. I wouldn't miss it for the world. I keep having to remind myself to cherish the moment with people and make memories instead of burying myself in my writing or books. Paper doesn't give you memories that last a lifetime. If someone I love dies suddenly, I want to know that I made the most of my time with them. Sorry. I'm getting all nostalgic, so I'll stop. Here are some pics from today:)
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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